The Daily Life Of A Genius, His

One Day It Will Have To Be Officially Admitted That What We Have Christened Reality Is An Even Greater Illusion Than The World Of Dreams.

Wars Have Never Hurt Anybody Except The People Who Die.

At The Age Of Six I Wanted To Be A Cook. At Seven I Wanted To Be Napoleon. And My Ambition Has Been Growing Steadily Ever Since.

Instead Of Stubbornly Attempting To Use Surrealism For Purposes Of Subversion, It Is Necessary To Try To Make Of Surrealism Something As Solid, Complete And Classic As The Works Of Museums.

Let The Labyrinth Of Wrinkles Be Furrowed In My Brow With The Red-hot Iron Of My Own Life, Let My Hair Whiten And My Step Become Vacillating, On Condition That I Can Save The Intelligence Of My Soul - Let My Unformed Childhood Soul, As It Ages, Assume The Rational And Esthetic Forms Of An Architecture, Let Me Learn Just Everything That Others Cannot Teach Me, What Only Life Would Be Capable Of Marking Deeply In My Skin!